I’ve been having trouble sleeping the past few nights. The moon is full and drifts high in a cloudless sky outside my window.

Partly hidden by the shadow of the earth, in eclipse, an angry shade of reddish brown.

And then a silver circlet, floating slowly, catching in the limbs of naked trees reaching out.

Casting long shadows, darker against already dark.

Slinking behind thin clouds, a glowing object, a mysterious orb drifts on a glittering sea.

Fascinated by the winter moon, I sit and watch its journey through the night.

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